"The 100 ETH I Sold Flew Away, But My Anxiety Didn't"

In 2018, I sold 100 ETH for a Tesla. I posted a commemorative message, and the comment section exploded — from "Hang in there, brother" to "Rooftop windstorm," filled with sympathy.

Only I, typing a line of words no one understood on the keyboard:

"Your 100 ETH can now buy ten Teslas, but if you hadn't sold back then, you'd probably be asking yourself a hundred times a day 'Should I sell or not,' and stay awake until 3 a.m. You just replaced the electric car's power consumption with the mental drain inside."

Later I understood, the most surreal black humor in our line of work is that you'll never win the battle in your own mind. You think you're holding the most solid assets, but in the end, you realize the hardest thing is the eyes that stay open at 4 a.m. every day.

We're not trading coins; we're playing rock-paper-scissors with our own shadow. Win, and you think you can win again; lose, and you believe you can turn it around. That Tesla has long been old, but that anxiety of "what if I hadn't sold" is like a perpetual motion machine, fresh as ever.

Perhaps true "holding" isn't clutching onto a certain coin tightly, but learning to make peace with yourself during every wild surge and plunge — even if just for five minutes, enough to scroll some unrelated short videos, to hear your heartbeat still alive. #深度创作营 #GateforAI重磅上线 ‌ ‌